Page 79 of The Masks She Wore

?Her hands were turning blue, her toes the same color. She was fighting too much, but that was on her. She knew she couldn’t get away. She was at my mercy now.

?I pulled out slowly and shoved back in, watching her react. Fuck, I loved that. I loved knowing that I did this to her. Made her look like this. I loved seeingher so needy.

?I started a slow rhythm, but my own restraints were failing me, leading to me pounding into her so hard, the bed was hitting the wall, her cries of pleasure echoing around us, mixing with the sound of her arousal coating my thighs.

?I grabbed onto her hips, digging my nails into her skin, slamming into her with all that I was. “That’s right, Princess,” I grunted, my eyes locked on her expression rather than where my cock was sliding in and out of her. “Let me consume you.”

?Her facial expressions wereeverything. I had never fucked anyone that looked so beautiful in the throes of pleasure. It’s why I always watched myself slide in and out of them, but Rae?

?FuckingRae?

?I would never be able to stop this. I would never get over how she looked with me inside of her. I would never forget the way she moaned my name as her pussy clenched around me, her body writhing, trembling, as she found her end with me inside of her.

?I paused just long enough to grab a pillow and force it under her hips, pulling a scream from her lips as the ropes dug painfully into her.

?I started fucking her again, this new angle forcing another orgasm from her body. I shoved two fingers in next, my eyes transfixed on her face as I curled them up against my cock, hitting her sensitive clit again and again.

?Her entire body was shaking, vibrating as her cunt clamped aroundme again. I grabbed her hardened nipple with my other hand, leaving the ropes to pin her down as I squeezed and twisted.

?Rae cried out, her body convulsing as another one ruptured through her, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Jack,” she begged, finding my eyes for only a moment before they rolled back in her head, her body arching as I pulled my fingers out and leaned over her.

?I grabbed the headboard in one hand and shoved my cum covered fingers down her throat, the sounds of her gagging causing my cock to jerk inside of her. “Look at me,” I ordered.

?Her red, glassy eyes found mine, her pupils blown.

?“Suck,” I growled the order.

?She hollowed out her cheeks, her tongue running over my fingers, a moan sliding from her throat.

?“Fuck,” I grunted, feeling my balls tighten.

?Her brows furrowed, her body tightening again.

?She liked the sounds I made too? Fuck me.

?I moaned, letting my own restraints ease to give her exactly what she wanted. “That’s it, Princess, you’re doing so good for me. Such a good girl.”

?She shivered, convulsing as another orgasm forced its way through her.

?I kept going, my own whimpers falling from my lips. Fuck, she was my undoing. “Rae,” I whined, pulling my fingers out of her mouthonly to wrap my hand around her throat.

?Slamming into her with everything I was, the desperate moans of pleasure falling from me were unknown, unfamiliar. I hated what she did to me, what she made me sound like, but I couldn’t fucking stop. Not even if my life depended on it.

?I panted, our eyes locked as my fingers dug into her skin, her mouth hanging open, her pussy clenching around my cock again.

?“Fuck,” I moaned, my body tensing. “Fuck, Princess.”

?She threw her head back, groaning, shaking as another orgasm ripped through her seconds before mine ripped through me.

?I’ve had my fair share of orgasms in the past, but I had to admit, none of them compared to the one I just experienced. None of the girls I had ever fucked compared to her. Not in the slightest. She was everything.

?I pushed into her a few more times, watching her exhausted face, taking in her shaking, sweat-coated body. Beautiful. Just fucking beautiful.

?A few moments later, I eased myself out of her and carefully pulled the pillow out from under her hips.

?Rae sagged into the bed, her eyes heavy, her lips swollen, her skin bright red in the places I had scratched her, choked her, touched her. She would have bruises in the morning. All mine. All proof that she wasn’t going anywhere.

?Dizzy and lightheaded, I carefully undid the ropes, watching as she collapsed into the bed, attempting to curl into herself. “Thank you,” she mumbled, her voice husky, hoarse.

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